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Is it right for a victim to share the blame? From the series, "The Way Home: Diary of a Battered Preacher's Wife" By: Susan McKenzie "Pinned to the ground, anger boiled up from some deep pit inside of me, erupting in a terrible rage that jerked my child-size knee into a vulnerable place that knocked […]
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Hidden Casualties of War From the "The Voice of the Widow" series By: Kimberly Dimick An open letter to an abused and abandoned wife, a Vet, whose grief is a hundredfold because most of her friends sided with her abusive husband, a charming sociopath everyone loves to love. She drank the bitter poison offered her […]
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Confessions of a Bounty Hunter From the series, "Escape to Freedom: Diary of a Battered Preacher's Wife" Previous chapter: "The Art of Goofy-Stupid" By: Susan McKenzie A.K.A. Tender Lily The Preacher's name was Ron, and he called himself a Bounty Hunter for the Lord. Prior to preaching and becoming a businessman, Ron had been an […]
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The Heart of Rescue This is the Reason I Write By: Susan McKenzie aka Tender Lily The room was quiet and peaceful. It was all I knew, it seemed. Clean, tidy, and not even the hint of a breeze to turn the pages of time. No flies, not even a speck of dust floating through […]
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The Art of Goofy-Stupid By Susan Deborah Schiller "Do you want to go flying?" asked the Preacher. The Preacher had been sitting in the bandstand, next to the pool I wrote about in, "The Fountain of Youth" at midnight, and he had been listening to me sing. It was the next morning and I […]
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Lessons in the Desert: The Fountain of Youth From the Series, "Escape to Freedom: Diary of a Battered Preacher's Wife" ~ Part 2 Previous Chapter: Voice of the Moon Flower By: Susan McKenzie A.K.A. Tender Lily Stripping off jeans and jacket to my bathing suit underneath, I quickly let my body slip into the tranquil […]
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When the Sorrow is Too Much to Bear Previous chapter: "She Touched Tomorrow with Her Prayers" Deena's Story – written by Susan Schiller following a life story interview Trigger Warning: This is a "pushing back the darkness story" – one of the "True Love Prevails: 100 Stories". There is a mature theme, but if you […]
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Voice of the Moon Flower Escape to Freedom: Diary of a Battered Preacher's Wife: Part 1 By: Susan McKenzie A.K.A. Tender Lily The scorching desert was anything but barren, and it became my classroom for the year 2011. From living in the corner of a hayfield to camping alongside the Big Horn River, it's where […]
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Getting Your Life Back By: Susan McKenzie A palpable gloomy shadow stalked our busy lives until one day it completely engulfed us. In 2006, a movie had been filmed of our lives and suddenly we were pushed on stages with cameras and microphones aimed at us. As we ministered, it was exciting to see people […]
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He believed he was the 'black sheep' of his family… By: Susan McKenzie Mark was a giant of a man, but under his powerful exterior hid a man who just wanted to know love. One of the first questions in our Life Story Interview Prompts is, "What is your earliest memory?" You know you're in […]
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"A Psychopath's Confession" I was born in East Germany, before the Wall came down. When I was 9-months old my biological father packed me in a suitcase and smuggled me into West Germany, depositing me into an orphanage. At 18-months, I was adopted by a high level US military man. My adopted mom suffered a […]
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Choosing Love Today By: Susan McKenzie I used to believe that if you were kind and thoughtful, serve faithfully in church, be frugal with finances so you can give lots of money away to worthy causes, work hard, travel a lot, have fun, and always try to be nice to everyone, that you would have […]
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“The One” Secret Heroes, Part 3 Secret Heroes 1 Secret Heroes 2 By: White Dove It was a stuffy late spring day in sixth-grade language arts class and I was incredibly bored. I let my mind freely wander during the redundant lessons. Our chairs faced forward, prohibiting us from glancing out the windows. The vast […]
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